“Oh,” Rose moaned, her hips now moving with Rolf’s as she gave in began chasing that pleasure the pressure of him against her was beginning to promise. “You know what I like more than giving you those naughty ideas?” she asked, her voice breathy and cut off by a small whimper when she rolled her hips to meet his again. Although she could see the fun in how they had pretty much been connected at the hips – literally speaking – since things had become more between them, she didn’t mind it one bit, nor would she ever complain about it. She trailed a hand from his hair, down his arm until she could thread her fingers through his; his hand on her arse felt amazing, and moving with it, she draped her leg around his hip, arching up against him as she nipped at his lips.
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